Road Runners
Said
Negus I need old money, money
Gun in the door money, money
We actin like road runners, runners
Yeah pistols we do hug em, hug em
We don't even say nothing, nothing,
Like drummers, we love percussions,
Like linebackers we sending concussions,
We always up to something, something,
Said
Negus I need old money, money
Gun in the door money, money
We actin like road runners, runners
Yeah pistols we do hug em, hug em
We don't even say nothing, nothing,
Like drummers, we love percussions,
Like linebackers we sending concussions,
We always up to something, something,
Said we always up to something, something
You always up to nothing,nothing
I'm about my bill collection, collection
I always need a bucket, bucket
Buy a stock like fuck it, fuck it
I really need them options,
For all these dreams im plottin,
Can't really think bout stoppin, stoppin
Negus had to switch up,
I don't need that bentley truck,
Dont need to be filled with lust,
Had to turn my pain to trust,
I had to make some fun,
I guess thats a trust fund,
Wait a minute back it up,
Like damn bitch bad as fuck,
cnd I had to go bag it up,
Like,
Right in the bag,
Rag to a jag,
Negus wanna hate they kan kiss my ass,
Didn't tell you I was a spazz,
Beating the teacher, right in the klass,
For touchin my pad,
Should've just gave me some ass
Should've just gave me a path
Now im running the klass,
Said
Negus I need old money, money
Gun in the door money, money
We actin like road runners, runners
Yeah pistols we do hug em, hug em
We don't even say nothing, nothing,
Like drummers, we love percussions,
Like linebackers we sending concussions,
We always up to something, something,
Said
Negus I need old money, money
Gun in the door money, money
We actin like road runners, runners
Yeah pistols we do hug em, hug em
We don't even say nothing, nothing,
Like drummers, we love percussions,
Like linebackers we sending concussions,
We always up to something, something,
Said
Negus I need old money, money
Gun in the door money, money
We actin like road runners, runners
Yeah pistols we do hug em, hug em
We don't even say nothing, nothing,
Like drummers, we love percussions,
Like linebackers we sending concussions,
We always up to something, something,
Run up a bag
Boy we road runners,
We dont go for silver,
Boy we go hundreds,
They steady be talking,
Like they know something
How you in yo bag
But ask to hold something,
Stay the fuck out my way,
Before I blow something,
Bitch its GHOH cCE,
cnd Ima cold stunna,
Naw I aint come to brag, but I keep it 100
It get can get anyway,
How the fuck do you want it,
I can't come to play, we gon wit no warning
I be up with gang, won't stop
You can't join us,
Put down the pressure,
Go up if you want it,
Don't come out the field,
We gon catch us a runner,
I scream out the gang, we aint got no opponent,
But if you want smoke,
Drop the addy we on em,
Said
Negus I need old money, money
Gun in the door money, money
We actin like road runners, runners
Yeah pistols we do hug em, hug em
We don't even say nothing, nothing,
Like drummers, we love percussions,
Like linebackers we sending concussions,
We always up to something, something,
Whats poppin